one thing.." 1-2-3-4 People tell you this and that Ram you by the throat with a baseball bat People tell you what to do (???) DONT TAKE NO SHIT!! [
t stop myself from fallin, I'm all in Shit's gettin sleazy, believe me Best to take what ya need, but don't be greedy Cause in my mind, I see sunshine, I thought I didn't
fresh heroes for $1.44. My love don't mean shit to some bitch who is a whore. I'm sick of your shit and I can't take it anymore. I haven't had a peaceful
a soldier Can't let em go home till I win 'em over My youth was training, its very clear Every year, new city, new rules to play with (true shit) New
proof, but you can't handle the truth So ya try to block me and copy the shit that we do Terrible Two, we don't really care who run wit your crew But
either rock the box or suction Ain't got no close potnahs, socially I cain't function From the pen he would scribe, on how to survive: "Don't be Microsoft
I make sure that my mirror's there [Verse 2] Take yo mean face off partner why ya muggin' me Fools say shit, I can't help that shit's in me It's automatic
Best At This And I'm Best At That But I Don't Hear My Name, No ?? Brought Up In Rap And I Don't Usually Trip Or Damn Get Caught Up In That But When
Take my picture,I might take your camera My posse might move,and they move fast A fool's move could be a punk's last Ain't no criminal although I used
y'all don't be blinded Me I got no jewels on my neck, why ? I don't need 'em I got your respect KRS 1 20 years I rock I do it for JMJ and Scott LaRock
I don't give a fuck about '97 Ain't feelin this See what I'm revealin is the truth In actual fact be the proof The youth be the proof And the elders be
they don't talk back to me I ain't know you that long so ain't much I can ask of you And when I reminisce I can't take it back wit' you I can't ask "Yo
how come your shit is so much fresher?) Cus I don't let the business suffocate the pleasure I don?t feel the pressure I just rock, rock on That's why
Fuckin' with me? You better off trying to hit lotto And don't answer back, this is hard shit to follow And you can't spit nigga, so you obviously must
don't be blinded Me - I got no jewels on my neck Why? - I don't need 'em, I got your respect KRS-One, 20 years I rock I do it for JMJ and Scott La Rock
mic Wasn't really into rap but the shit sound tight He used to tell me all the time Don't wet none sis By this time next year we gon' be dumb rich That
the young Shaolin Monks, taking heads with the tongue [Verse Three: Rubbabandz] Yo, yo, this is manslaughter, so what you wanna do Last year, you ran